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I know you ain't fuckin' with me

How dare niggaz try to fuckin hate on me
Come out and make records sound like me
But nobody does this here like me
Now let me tell a little something me
Pops tags, fresh to death like me
Who more whips out the stash than me
Y'all wanna ride, c'mon it's on me
I guess it's my time, all is on me

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Man everybody wanna rhyme like Rule, sing like
Talk some shit to get name on the news
Papers, haters pay they dues
got to be in somebdy shoes
Walk me, or ride this on Bentley
the rims you can sit in
Or the with them TV's that's hidden
I stay in menages with women
Huh, I'm just kiddin' that's not how I'm
The realest, the nigga in the state
I got real estates in different states, go
Cause I ain't singing you'se a +Gold
But bitches, +you ain't fuckin' no broke niggaz+
why I ride, ain't you see I put you on the CLS
We on the point voice sound like sex, yes
There's no real way to stop me, why y'all copy
I know you niggaz ain't with me

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Yea, I know, one gin, bitch you better come on in
Relax a while, sip on hypno and
I like your style, you're so old
In them Vidals, fiftyfour eleven
Reebok classics Remind me of '87
was playing with blocks like little kids and
Even we men we still big wheelin'
Still cop cribs, six beds, four baths, ceilings
All of the art of drug-dealin' every mil
Is two for me, it's all tax-free
Pray for God's children, all for me
I'mma walk in the the Lord has paved for me
One at a time, niggaz follow my footsteps
Put the on my shoulders, leave one set of footprints
Man, y'all can't stop me, that's why y'all copy
I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' me

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I know niggaz to do right, can't do no wrong
And everything's alright, lyrically goes wrong
No part to in, no shoulder to cry on
You get to why can't we let by-gones be by-gones
Rule the icon, who killed the like iPods
Had niggaz runnin' like track stars
runnin' backwards when I sit back rollin' the backwoods
Loadin' my trey-duece for them niggaz that act
Ridin' my six-duece uptown, I'm so
Bitches love the coupes when doors swing upwards
long, I'm putting from the green like T-Woods
? is not to be confused white good
gold should never be percieved as platinum
And cubic-zirconia gon' shine like diamonds
Cause, no matter how hard copy, they still not me
Y'all bitch ain't fuckin' with me